[agentwiggles]

As a young man I used to drive a 1980s Ford Ranger. It had manual transmission, an AM/FM radio, shitty A/C, bare metal interior, crank windows, and a bent driveshaft that meant it could really only safely go about 50 mph. You had to carry a few gallons of water in the bed in case the radiator needed a refill.

It was genuinely, with no sarcasm, my favorite vehicle I ever owned. It was mine and it felt like freedom. (Also, with no upholstery, no amount of smoking could stink it up, so an extra helping of freedom).

I miss the shit out of that busted old pile of junk.